The bushes rustled. Dirk whipped his head around to face where he heard leaves crinkling. He looked up at the sun, which was low in the sky. About six o'clock in the evening, Dirk estimated, pushing his anime sunglasses up his nose.

"Come on out, English," Dirk turned his head towards the rustling bush.

"This part of the day is the highlight for me," a dark-haired, tanned man with square framed glasses stepped out of the bushes. "Should we dance, Strider?"

"I'm surprised I haven't killed you yet," Dirk said simply. He pulled out his strife specibus, a sword. Jake English, his current nemesis, pulled out his two pistols.

"You loe the dance, old chap," Jake smirked, cocking his guns. He pointed one at Dirk. "Let's dance." Jake fired his guns, and Dirk dropped to the ground, narrowly missing Jake's fires.

"Dammit, English!" Dirk rolled around, avoiding Jake's bullets. Dirk rolled close enough to Jake to tug his ankle to the ground, causing the Englishman to fall. Jake hit the pavement with a thud, causing Jake's pistols to slide out of his hands and across the road. Dirk pinned Jake to the ground, heaving, pressing his blade against Jake's throat.

"Now tell me," Dirk pushed the sword against Jake's trachea. "What are they planning?"

"You've been doing this for information?" Jake pouted playfully. "That's no fun.

"Tell me, or I'll-"

"Don't threaten me with a good time, old chap," Jake sniggered at Dirk. "I wasn't lying when I said that I work alone. I have nothing to do with those blokes. You wouldn't dare hurt me, though. You like me."

"Shut the fuck up!" Dirk grit his teeth. "Or I'll tear your throat apart."

"No, you won't," Jake whispered with a victorious smirk, blowing his minty breath by Dirk's nose. Dirk froze, the sweet aroma hitting him. Jake slithered from Dirk's grasp and grabbed his pistols. "Goodbye, Strider! I'll see you tomorrow, old chap!" Jake ran off.

Dirk groaned and put his face in his hands. He was disappointed with himself for letting Jake go. "Dammit!"

How could Jake go in the light without getting toasted? Dirk wondered. He always saw Jake during the day. Sunny days, too.

Dirk stood up and dusted his pants off. He piked up his sword and took out his phone. A text from Roxy.

Dirky, did you get any nifo from English?

*info

Dirk began to text her back.

No, he's not part of the nest, so he doesn't know a goddamn thing about it.

He shoved his phone back in his pocket and walked back to the church. The sun would be setting soon.